2012-08-26
Original: 2012-08-26 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A doctor (a woman in a white coat with gray hair and white sunglasses, holding a clipboard) speaks to a patient (a man with reddish-brown hair, seen from behind).
Doctor: I'M AFRAID YOU HAVE DICKFALLSOFF VIRUS.
Patient: WHAT?!
Panel 2: Close-up on the doctor.
Doctor: OH, HA, DON'T WORRY. IT'S NAMED AFTER ITS DISCOVERER.
Panel 3: The patient (now shown facing forward, bald-looking with relief on his face).
Patient: THANK GOD!
Panel 4: The doctor in profile, then facing forward.
Doctor: IT'S ACTUALLY A BACTERIA.
Votey:
A man with curly hair sits writing at a desk while a woman with bobbed hair looks on.
Man: THE JOKE IS PENIS.
Woman: YEAH, I GOT IT.
Doctor: I'M AFRAID YOU HAVE DICKFALLSOFF VIRUS.
Patient: WHAT?!
Panel 2: Close-up on the doctor.
Doctor: OH, HA, DON'T WORRY. IT'S NAMED AFTER ITS DISCOVERER.
Panel 3: The patient (now shown facing forward, bald-looking with relief on his face).
Patient: THANK GOD!
Panel 4: The doctor in profile, then facing forward.
Doctor: IT'S ACTUALLY A BACTERIA.
Votey:
A man with curly hair sits writing at a desk while a woman with bobbed hair looks on.
Man: THE JOKE IS PENIS.
Woman: YEAH, I GOT IT.
Alt text
A four-panel color comic. A doctor with gray hair and white sunglasses, in a white coat holding a clipboard, tells a patient: "I'm afraid you have Dickfallsoff Virus." The patient (red-brown hair, seen from behind) exclaims "What?!" The doctor reassures him: "Oh, ha, don't worry. It's named after its discoverer." The relieved patient says "Thank God!" Then the doctor, deadpan, adds: "It's actually a bacteria." The joke is that the reassurance was meaningless and the disease really does make your dick fall off. Votey (a black-and-white aftercomic): a curly-haired man writing at a desk says to a woman beside him, "The joke is penis." She replies flatly, "Yeah, I got it."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.